
Pain comes in life
Second to none in strife
Wrecked like a cut from a knife.
Houses are not always homes
A creep and crawl inside our tomes
You just experience it on your own.
Lack of cause can drive us mad
Thinking and wishing on what we had
Steadily reaching for nothing feels bad
Circumstances don’t always make us glad…
-AAA 12/12/2024









